Mother of Narconon GraduateDonna R.

It was kind of a surprise at first to find out about it, because, you know, you raise your kid to be right, you know, and she went to Catholic school and had good friends and went to church. And she went to Loyola [college] for her first year of college. And she wanted to get her own apartment, you know.

And then she messed up Christmas really good. She didn’t come home for Christmas Eve. She went to spend it with her boyfriend. And Christmas Day she kind of breezed in and out in ten minutes, you know. It just was, I’m like, "Where did my daughter go? You know, this is not the way we do things.”

Finally, after about a year, I saw her arms. And I broke down, cried, begged. “No, Mom, I’m gonna stop. I’m not gonna do this anymore. It’s just a phase,” you know.

I just dropped to my knees, crying. I just, “What have you done to yourself?” I just couldn’t believe that my baby girl would have done that to herself.

I didn’t understand a lot of it, you know. I didn’t understand the mood swings. I didn’t understand the ugliness.

I just couldn’t deal with it, you know. And was, “We have to find a place for her to go.”

We got on the Internet and we found a bunch of 800 numbers, which are, you know, leading to almost nowhere. And I did — one of them did get me to a Narconon.

And so they got her in and off she went, and I’m just bawling all over the place, you know.

But everybody here was so open. I had, I had a 24/7 access to Annie. Annie was our counselor and she, she let me call her at any time of the day or night.

And since my daughter graduated from Narconon I can smile again.

It just blows my mind the difference in her every time I see her. She’s just back. She’s back and she’s better than she was before. And I mean, it’s been two years. It’s just a miracle.